Mia sat reading with delight, A pamphlet of Italy, such a sight! Pictures of Rome and Venice too, Suddenly glowed with a magical hue. The pages swirled with sparkling light, Mia gasped as she held on tight. In a flash, she was pulled right through, To Italy's shores, a dream come true!

Mia landed with a gentle thump, Near the Colosseum, her heart did jump. "Rome was founded so long ago, Over two thousand years, don't you know!" A voice whispered through ancient stone, Telling tales of emperors on throne. Mia walked where gladiators fought, Ancient history, magically taught.

A breeze carried her south with ease, To Naples, where she smelled the cheese. "Welcome to where pizza was born," Said a chef on that sunny morn. He showed her dough tossed high with flair, Tomatoes and basil prepared with care. Mia tasted the first bite with glee, "The best pizza there will ever be!"

North she flew over mountains tall, To lakes so blue, she was enthralled. "Italy has fifteen hundred lakes, Nestled in Alps, what views it makes!" Mia skipped stones across Como clear, Watched reflections of mountains near. Boated on Garda's waters bright, Alpine beauty, a wondrous sight.

A wooden boy led her by hand, To Collodi, a magical land. "My story was born right in this place, By Carlo Collodi, with Italian grace." Mia danced with the puppet so real, Whose nose would grow when he didn't deal With truth and honesty, lessons wise, In this village of storybook size.

Through forest paths, Mia did roam, Where Italian wolves make their home. "We're the national animal, you see, Proud symbols of Italy's majesty." A silver wolf spoke with gentle pride, Inviting Mia to walk beside. They howled together beneath the moon, Mia knew she'd have to leave soon.

The ground rumbled beneath her feet, As Vesuvius showed its fiery heat. "Three active volcanoes in this land, Vesuvius, Etna, and Stromboli grand." Mia watched from a safe distance away, As smoke and ash put on display Nature's power, awesome and bright, Illuminating the Italian night.

A golden map appeared in air, Showing treasures beyond compare. "Italy has the most UNESCO sites, Preserving history, cultural lights." From Venice canals to Florence art, Each location played a special part. Mia visited ruins, churches, and squares, Italy's heritage, nothing compares.

Shadows of the past came to life, Etruscans and Samnites without strife. "Before Romans ruled this sunny shore, We shaped Italy's culture to its core." Mia learned of pottery, art, and trade, Ancient customs that never fade. These people's stories, long untold, Now shared with Mia, precious as gold.

Gondolas glided through waters clear, In Venice, a city Mia held dear. Masked figures danced in St. Mark's Square, Carnival spirits filled the air. Bridges arched over canals so blue, Palaces reflected, a stunning view. Mia rode a gondola with delight, Venice magic on this special night.

Rolling hills of green and gold, Tuscany's beauty, centuries old. Cypress trees lined winding roads, Vineyards and olive groves in codes Of nature's perfect harmony, Mia breathed in tranquility. She ran through fields of sunflowers bright, Tuscan dreams in golden light.

The pamphlet appeared in Mia's hand, Time to leave this wonderful land. "Thank you, Italy, for magic shared, Adventures and lessons, nothing compared." The pages glowed with that same light, Whisking her home through day and night. Mia landed back in her reading nook, Just as Dad came to have a look.